TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) by Fiona Garland
Authors: Fiona Garland
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down the grave with the back of her shovel. “Trisha, are you okay?”
“Okay… as I’ll ever be,” she answered, turning to face him. “I guess the question is whether or not you’ll be okay.”
Glancing back at his car, Dante noticed his mouth felt dry. It wasn’t just from the desert weather. The young man wanted to ride off into the sunset with Trisha. He didn’t care where he ended up. He just wanted both of them to be safe from harm.
“I just need some time-“
“Time to wallow in self-pity and run away?” she asked, her words cutting through him. “Dante, you can’t keep putting off your problems and hoping they disappear. You have to deal with them now.”
The barbed words were well deserved. For too long, he had pretended nothing was wrong. Each day, he’d put that red skull out of his mind as if was a bad prank. Now, he wouldn’t be the only one caught in the crossfire.
Trisha would be utterly destroyed. She had no place in the world of biker vendettas. They would end the Kaplan family with her. He had promised to save her birthright. Minute by minute, it felt more like he had doomed it and her along with it.
The thought alone made his stomach churn.
His lover’s eyes glistened in the moonlight. It was as if they were on the verge of crying but held back. She had every right to be upset at him even if he didn’t enjoy it.
The expression on Trisha’s was soon replaced by regret. “Sorry, I know your world’s falling at the seams as much as mine is. You’ll get us out of this, I know you will.”
There was no point in lying to her. “A fistfight or a street race, I can deal with. This… this I don’t know what the hell to do. I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess in the first place.”
“You didn’t drag me anywhere I didn’t want to be in the first place,” she said, reaching out to hold his hand. “No matter what, I know you’ll follow your heart. That’s the least anyone can be asked to do.”
Dante knelt before like a knight. Then, he kissed the back of her hand. “I swear I’ll protect you if that’s the last thing I do.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” she smiled before rubbing her arms. “But it’s getting pretty chilly here and I didn’t exactly dress for the occasion.”
The biker softly laughed. “Let’s head back to the car.”
The two sat in car but Dante only turned on the heating. He stared out the skyline for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know who is exactly behind this, Trisha. All the Red Aztecs who held a grudge against us are retired, dead, or rotting in jail. The guy I beat up and sent to the hospital ended up dead two years later in a shootout.”
Trisha asked. “Are you sure it’s them?”
“It fits their MO,” he said grimly. “Those bastards would pick stray dogs off the street just to gut them, skin them, and deliver them straight to our door. We did the world a favor by getting rid of those monsters.”
She shared a look of disgust with him. “What is this guy after? If he wanted to ruin us, he could probably do it by now. I checked the news before we left and the only thing people are taking about is how well our skin tans compared to the paparazzi following us!”
Dante continued. “Who would win from this?”
Trisha raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were certain it was the Red Aztecs.”
“It’s their signature… but the writing is off,” he said, stroking his chin. Most of what he knew came from the older members of the club but he knew something wasn’t right. “The Red Aztecs weren’t ones to fool around when they had someone dead to rights. This… is too smart for them. It’s like them to twist the knife when they can just push it in.”
The young woman beside him sighed. “Then who could it be? We can’t go around
“Okay… as I’ll ever be,” she answered, turning to face him. “I guess the question is whether or not you’ll be okay.”
Glancing back at his car, Dante noticed his mouth felt dry. It wasn’t just from the desert weather. The young man wanted to ride off into the sunset with Trisha. He didn’t care where he ended up. He just wanted both of them to be safe from harm.
“I just need some time-“
“Time to wallow in self-pity and run away?” she asked, her words cutting through him. “Dante, you can’t keep putting off your problems and hoping they disappear. You have to deal with them now.”
The barbed words were well deserved. For too long, he had pretended nothing was wrong. Each day, he’d put that red skull out of his mind as if was a bad prank. Now, he wouldn’t be the only one caught in the crossfire.
Trisha would be utterly destroyed. She had no place in the world of biker vendettas. They would end the Kaplan family with her. He had promised to save her birthright. Minute by minute, it felt more like he had doomed it and her along with it.
The thought alone made his stomach churn.
His lover’s eyes glistened in the moonlight. It was as if they were on the verge of crying but held back. She had every right to be upset at him even if he didn’t enjoy it.
The expression on Trisha’s was soon replaced by regret. “Sorry, I know your world’s falling at the seams as much as mine is. You’ll get us out of this, I know you will.”
There was no point in lying to her. “A fistfight or a street race, I can deal with. This… this I don’t know what the hell to do. I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess in the first place.”
“You didn’t drag me anywhere I didn’t want to be in the first place,” she said, reaching out to hold his hand. “No matter what, I know you’ll follow your heart. That’s the least anyone can be asked to do.”
Dante knelt before like a knight. Then, he kissed the back of her hand. “I swear I’ll protect you if that’s the last thing I do.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” she smiled before rubbing her arms. “But it’s getting pretty chilly here and I didn’t exactly dress for the occasion.”
The biker softly laughed. “Let’s head back to the car.”
The two sat in car but Dante only turned on the heating. He stared out the skyline for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know who is exactly behind this, Trisha. All the Red Aztecs who held a grudge against us are retired, dead, or rotting in jail. The guy I beat up and sent to the hospital ended up dead two years later in a shootout.”
Trisha asked. “Are you sure it’s them?”
“It fits their MO,” he said grimly. “Those bastards would pick stray dogs off the street just to gut them, skin them, and deliver them straight to our door. We did the world a favor by getting rid of those monsters.”
She shared a look of disgust with him. “What is this guy after? If he wanted to ruin us, he could probably do it by now. I checked the news before we left and the only thing people are taking about is how well our skin tans compared to the paparazzi following us!”
Dante continued. “Who would win from this?”
Trisha raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were certain it was the Red Aztecs.”
“It’s their signature… but the writing is off,” he said, stroking his chin. Most of what he knew came from the older members of the club but he knew something wasn’t right. “The Red Aztecs weren’t ones to fool around when they had someone dead to rights. This… is too smart for them. It’s like them to twist the knife when they can just push it in.”
The young woman beside him sighed. “Then who could it be? We can’t go around
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